In the Northern Mongol main camp, streams of intelligence reports kept arriving from the direction of the Great Xia Imperial City. The hidden pieces Fan Lingyue had planted over seven years all came into play at this moment. Orders were issued from the command tent every day and swiftly delivered into the Imperial City by carrier hawks.
The spies under Ning Chen's command also kept watch over every corner of the Imperial City, reporting every discovery without overlooking the slightest detail.
The Imperial City was vast beyond measure, with countless nobles and dignitaries to watch and an astonishing amount of information to process. Every day, Ning Chen sifted through this mountain of information at breakneck speed, judging what was useful and what was not.
When the three-day deadline arrived, Ning Chen sent the Tenth Prince a letter, promising Xia Mingri that he would help him ascend the throne.
Both men understood that this was merely a gesture, but a gesture of goodwill was always the starting point of cooperation.
Ning Chen knew very well that before long, the contents of these letters would spread throughout the entire Imperial City. With the Tenth Prince's intelligence and cunning, he would certainly not let slip such an opportunity to bolster his own prestige.
Moreover, the Third Prince would soon come looking for him again.
This was, after all, a world where strength spoke. Even the Three Grand Ministers and Changsun could not possibly elevate an Imperial Prince without any power of his own to the throne.
Two days later, the contents of the letters were made public. The Imperial City was shaken, and everyone was stunned by Ning Chen's choice.
All under heaven knew that the Marquis of Knowing Fate was the person the Empress Dowager trusted most. Did this choice by the